2008-03-22

sigh^^

You're probably thinking what in the world am I doing up a this hour, no particular reason. None you'd accept anyway, but frankly I'm just not up for sleeping quit yet.
I'm drinking my tea - how I enjoy it - looking out to my poach where the snow is gently falling down from the sky forming a blanket of white.
My street is lighted by the yellow light from the lamps. It's a rather cosy scenery, I most admit I don't want to be anywhere else at the moment. I am fine at this particular spot, in my room overlooking the street and its blanket of white... With my tea, and drawing pad^^
Catch me any other day and I'll probably tell you I wish I was indeed else where then this godforsaken country. That's the bottom line anyway, may present it a bit differently. However I am a real fool for saying so, 'cause I doubt that any other place would except me for the freak I am.

I'll just retire with my Agatha Christie ^^

2008-03-20

ayayay! :S

These few days I've been stressing about my exhibition. Should have started along time ago and been done a few weeks in advance, but I've had almost no spear time on my hands until recently and well in addition there's been that illness of mine *sigh&shackinghead*

Well it's all over now, I have stressed and worried so much my doctor started too worry again. He advised me to avoid stress, which should count for everyone Hence no more work for a while, which is the same as a friend told me yesterday. Should start to listen to my friends, turns out that they are more often right then not. The exhibition didn't turn out as I'd hoped, the only thing I sold was the painting I painted in a rush two days previous. The paint wasn't even dry! Anyway it's over and I need to relax...There's my cup of tea - good night people^^

2008-03-17

St.Patrick's day

Well I never really cared for days such as this 'cause "what's the point?" I'd always say. However since St.Patrick's day happened to be during easter people decided to start the celebration at Friday and keep going through the weekend. I didn't pay much notice of this till a friend announces as we're sitting in the morning sun this Saturday. She said what a way to celebrate St.Patrick's day all we lack now is gunnies...

It was nice 'cause it was spring everywhere though just that night it had fallen some snow. The sun was up and it was warm^^

2008-03-13

Out in the snow

We're all born from the grave of late affairs
We'll visit the burial of our great grandparents
Shiftily after a new event with grandparents
We grow and now it's our children we bury
Years will pass and Love is put to the ground
Before we go our selves we bury illness and pain
Then we go up and away to be reborn from late affairs

2008-03-06

Behind the wale

Those who've been around me, I should believe, have noticed that I am not as aware of my surroundings as I ought to be. Well most of those people also know why, or partly why. It all began some time back in the ending-round of one of the happiest periods of my life. I received news of the illness but only one aspect of it, the rest were to come in September. Since, at the time, everything seemed to be so harmonic in my life I decided not to tell anyone about my troubles. I didn't tell anyone the first 3-4 months, and surprisingly nobody noticed any significant change. I was surprised that nobody seemed to notice my sudden silences that occurred when pain struck. At those times I were overwhelmed by pain, and I had little or no control of my actions. Usually when it occurred I was sitting or laying down, hence, nobody could've seen any strange behaviour.

As time went on, as time do, it became clear that the illness wouldn't go away as easily as I'd hoped. I still kept silence though. But as the end of June approached and the days of August began, I had to spend a few many nights at the hospital. I never explained it to any of my friends, nor did I say why I had to go so early every time we were out, or why I couldn't come with them. They didn't seem to think any of it. I mean I do live far a way, and it would appear to them that nothing was wrong, I did after all withstand from telling. I sincerely lament that.

In the end of August my condition grew worse, and since I still hadn't told anyone, it is not surprising that when I grew worse and I became more silent it would appear as if I had changed and grown parted from my dear friend. A relationship ended and a strained friendship began. When I finally saw that I could not keep my condition hidden any more, and I decided to tell people, my condition had decayed so much that I was at my limit of endurance. However what I told my friends what that some reaction had caused my blood to alter my bone tissue. Far from the truth it wasn't really. My doctors told me that I only had a small chance. My body had been stretched to it's limits and the pain was unbearable. However, as the months flew by my concious awareness grew dim and I was more or less dead. I drifted in and out of conciousness and my train of thought were out of my reach. Coming close to Christmas I were told that I had to begin to eat meat unless I wished to lose the battle. This pushed me over the edge, meat tasted foul and I could hardly digest any food, and my strength ebbed away. As December turned to a new year I had grow a custom to pain, and I managed to uphold an improved appearance. Nonetheless, I felt despair and sorrow.

Occurrences in January lifted my mind some, however February brought a new decay of my life: The loose of feeling. My nerves decided to end the continuous stream of signals that goes to my brain due to too much pain. I felt no pain for the first time in months, but they said that if I didn't regain feeling I would most likely die. An other blow to my health apart from the the fainting and dizziness I'd been experiencing, I now also began to see double or an additional outline became visible around what I gazed at.

It would only go a few weeks before I regained feeling again. This meant that I was finally improving! Though it returned with a back that gives of severe pain when poked or touched non gently. I'm done with chemo too, however I am still on medicines and my vision might be permanently damaged along with my memory. I often forget what I may have said or done mare hours previous, and I have trouble finding my way home, even when I've grown up in my present day home.

Till this day it has been my emotions that have been far worse then the physical strain. They have led me down more then one dark path, but a friend has always been there to grab me by the hair out of harm's way. Much as been said and done that never should have been, and that I must apologise for. I lament much of my doings, sayings and most of all I lament that I waited till hope ran dim, almost fainted away, before I told anyone what the news where.

The reason as to why I've written this is because the worst seems to be over, and I have to thank my friends for baring with me. The future seems bright but there are still many obstacles I must cross before my path is cleared.